Showing posts with label Caligula. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caligula. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Numb. 1740 Hell Seizer

Trompe knows all. Therefore ignore
blind man-elephant metaphor.
Incitatus, his brain. Entirely singular.

O brave new world. Home-grown Caligula.

‘‘Now I Am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.’’

Thursday, December 19, 2024

Numb. 1240 From Donald's Diary I

Hitler did a lot of good things.

So did, EXCUSE ME!, Caligula.

When I told Melanie some of his stuff,

she said, “Donald, oh what a pig you are."

Monday, August 12, 2024

Numb. 1127 Email From The Beyond

TO: Donald John Trump

FROM: Roy Marcus Cohn, Esq, (disbarred)

SUBJECT: ’Sup, Bro?


Ask not, dear Don, “Where's my Roy Cohn?”

I'm dead, Don, cozy in hell.

But remember, I SCHOOLED YOU WELL!

Teaching you to lie and complain?

Shit reprised sounds somehow true?

So says Doc Goebbels — one of the noble-est

thinkers the world ever knew.

Back in the day he'd have me done away with.

In hell today, guess who I stay with?

We agree globally. Blood brothers are we!


We're working together —

birds ... feathers ... whatever —

improving the hell out of Hades.

Greatest hell ever, hell bent for weather,

upgrading it for us sadists.


But we need a hero. 

Caligula? Nero?

(Guy here is strictly third rate.)

Unsavory behavior 

without ever wavering

suggests you're our savior. 

You're great!

Satan without

a detectable defect.

Demonically speaking,

impurely perfect.

A rotund boll weevil,

best-in-class evil.

Light on your feet. 

(For your weight.)

On the attack? SS Waffen black? 

Trimmed with fool's gold?

Enthralling!

Playing the crowd? Incredibly loud? 

Soul long gone, sold?

It's your calling!


Your persecution 

demands retribution. 

Unfair, unfair. So unfair.

Forget Constitution. 

Commence executions. 

The storm is coming

DOC AND I WILL BE THERE!

Whoever you say treated you nasty,

we'll punish swiftly. Bigly and vastly.


Dear Don, come down. 

Dear Don, come home. 

Dear Don, come claim 

your crown and your throne.

Hell's bells, dear Don.

Dis donc, dear Don,

ding-dong, dear Don, 

dear Don.


Love,

Roy


P.S. On a personal note:

What's his name — Vance?

I was just wondering,

what's in his pants?


🖤

R.M.C.


P.P.S. 

Invoice to follow under separate cover.

R. Esq.



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